Once we venture outside again, we will have other problems. "Is there a shop in this city that sells weapons?"
"Like I'd tell you even if I knew. You probably want to torture me."
All I can do is growl. This woman seems determined to harass me until I snap and do something we will both regret. I'll wind up ravaging her, though not with torture devices.
"Where are you from?" she asks.
"Silence, woman."
"I told you everything I know about Sefton. Time for a little reciprocation, if you want me to cooperate."
Do I believe she will ever cooperate? Of course not. She's trying to wheedle information out of me. So I pretend I didn't hear her question and shut my eyes, listening to the sounds of chaos outside as they dwindle gradually. I swear I can feel Allison glaring at me, her gaze piercing me like a hot, sharp needle thrust into my eye.
She clears her throat. "I don't understand—"
"Silence. There will be no discussion. Do as I say or suffer the consequences."
The infernal woman huffs. "If you want my help, better start giving me some explanations. Otherwise, you can sit there sulking until the next millennium because I will not go anywhere with you."
"You are a fool if you think you'll have a choice. I can force you to do anything I want because I am stronger and larger than you."
"Go ahead and try it, creep. See how far you get."
I can't help it. My lids fly open, and my gaze gravitates to her. The look of sheer defiance on her face makes me want to…do things to her that I should never do. Sex should be the last thing on my mind in the middle of an apocalypse, but maybe this is exactly the time I should indulge my lust. One last shag before we all die.
To claim the woman Sefton coveted… No, jealousy is not the reason I'm behaving this way. It can't be.
Springing to my feet, I stalk up to her and shove my arms under hers. Then I hoist Allison off her feet and pin her to the wall with my body. I'm sure she can feel my cock hardening against her belly. Instead of cringing or struggling to get away from me, she stares into my eyes, not blinking, while her lips turn a deeper shade of pink and her pupils dilate.
Oh yes, she wants me. The woman despises and fears me, but a primal instinct drives this need we both feel. I despise her too, but I haven't been with a woman in so long…
I crush my mouth to hers.
Neither of us moves for a moment, both frozen by the shock of what I've done. Kissing her? It's insanity. I must stop this, despite everything inside me urging me to do the opposite. Not sure I can control myself, not today, not with her.Back away right now, before you go too far.
Allison moans low in her throat—and thrusts her tongue between my lips.
I try to pull away, but my body refuses to obey me. Every swipe of her tongue amplifies my hunger until I can no longer hold back. I ravage her with brutal lashes and nips, our teeth clashing and her moans growing more fervent. The scent of her lust makes me drunk, stripping away the vestiges of my control, though I cling to the tatters for as long as possible. Ravenous grunting noises emerge from her as she devours me as wildly as I'm consuming her, our kiss imbued with desperation and fear and something far darker too. With her arms trapped between our torsos, she wriggles against me like she wants to get free and wrap her entire body around mine. Never have I experienced lust like this. It erodes my willpower and propels me to rub my hard length into her belly. I should stop. To do this here and now…
Have I really become the sort of bastard who does a thing like this?
I tear my mouth away from hers, breathing so hard I feel almost lightheaded, and set her down on her feet. A matter of inches separates our bodies, and her cheeks have turned pink. Her lips are slightly swollen too, while her gaze has gone glossy and unfocused.
I plant my palms on the wall, bracketing her shoulders, and lean in. "When I fuck you, it will be even more brutal than the way I just kissed you."
"That's never going to happen," she says, though her breathless tone proves less than convincing.
Despite her statement, I know it will happen. Neither of us can fight the overpowering need our kiss inflamed. That's why I must get away from her. Once she takes me to Sefton, I won't need Allison anymore. Can I make myself walk away, leaving her alone in this vicious new world? I'll think about that later.
Perhaps I am starting to believe her story.
No, never.
Her breasts rise and fall with every breath, and her lips are parted as if she wants me to kiss her again.
I slant in more until my lips graze hers. Then I growl, "Remember this the next time you consider harassing me."
"Remember what?"